It was another lonely Saturday night. I was between girlfriends, so when I got off work, I decided to go looking for a little fun and thought I’d give the new strip club just outside of town a try.
I entered the place and let my eyes get used to the dark atmosphere. There were two stages with a stripper on each stage, both totally nude. I found a table on the edge of the crowd and took a seat. A topless blonde waitress approached my table and took my order. I watched her thong covered ass walk to the bar, enjoying the view. I’m an ass-man, so I was in heaven watching her walk away. I was soon sipping an ice cold brew, watching dancers in various stages of undress on the stages and walking throughout the room.
More than a few dancers approached me and offered dollar dances. I always accept these offers, it gives the stripper a chance to show off her lap dancing skills. Invariably the dancer will then ask me if I want a private dance, I always answer with a “maybe later,” because I like to see each dancer in action on stage, and then sample their dollar dance before I choose who gets my money.
I had been there for about 45 minutes when the DJ announced a new dancer on the main stage. She was introduced as “Jazz” and she was gorgeous. She stood about 5’6 and weighed about 115 lbs. Her hair was dark, but due to the low lighting I really couldn’t tell if she was a brunette or redhead. She wore a skintight, black slipdress with spaghetti straps. The bottom of the dress barely covered her ass cheeks, but I didn’t mind as it accentuated her butt perfectly.
As the first song of her set played on, Jazz moved around the stage, always with her back to me. I saw her hands slip the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the top dropping till it bunched around her waist. She turned around and I got a look at her breasts. Perfect. About a 35b I would guess, full with a hint of sag. That was alright with me because I figured that meant they were real, a nice change from the silicone you usually see in these places. I slowly moved my eyes from her tits up to her face. She looked vaguely familiar, it seemed that I had seen her before, but I couldn’t place her. I work at a movie theatre, and at one time or another, just about every girl in town comes through, so I thought maybe I had seen her there.
Midway through her second song, Jazz twirled around the pole and stopped with her back to me. Her hands reached for her dress at her waist, and she bent at the waist as she lowered it down her legs and around her ankles. Her ass jutted out towards me as she did this, and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, with a tiny g-string disappearing between her cheeks.
Jazz continued her set and before long, her panties joined her dress on the stage floor, and she soon found herself on her hands and knees, crawling on the stage. I was mesmerized, watching her firm ass move from side to side, her pussy lips teasing me by appearing and then disappearing between her thighs as she crawled on the stage.
Her set was soon over, and I was looking forward to making her way to my table as she worked the crowd for tips and private dances. Jazz stepped into her g-string and surveyed the crowd. I saw her glance around the room, and when she got to my table, I saw her stop and look at me for a few seconds. A small grin appeared on her face, and I couldn’t help but think to myself again that I knew her from somewhere.
Jazz left the stage and started her rounds through the crowd. I lost track of her after awhile, and my attention was soon back on the stages as other strippers did their stuff.
I had been watching a tall blonde named Alison on the main stage when I heard a silky smooth voice behind me.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jazz standing there, topless and just wearing her g-string and a smile.
“Yes, she is.” I answered.
“Would you like a dollar dance?”
“Sure!” I answered as Jazz moved around in front of me.
